ErsatzEmpress

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Sorry all, but my situation has changed in such as way that I am no longer able to run this RP; I'm going to be closing the game as of now, with my apologies. If anyone wants to continue this on you are more than welcome to use the materials produced for this and start a new thread, but I'm not able to dedicate any more time to this. I appreciate everyone who has joined and been involved in this process, and I'm sorry I was unable to keep this going for longer.

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Hey! Interested in writing for this, not sure of as who yet though but thought I'd say hi.

@Ezekiel

Hiya! Glad to have your interest

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so i looked it up in the rules of the overall board and it was very generalized, but they did say to refer to the GM. Seeing as how i'm writing Punisher stuff, how brutal or graphic is it ok to be when i write a torture scene, or have a cop describe one Punisher's victims, ect?

@thatguy

No problems on that front

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@ErsatzEmpress

I also want to have Ben intervene in the ongoing anti-mutant riot, but I wanted to ask permission first before I have the ever-lovin' blue-eyed Thing butt-in.

@Stern Algorithm

Yeah, that's fine. Just so you know, the X-Men are not involved with the riot mentioned in my post, and they will be out of the area in general after my next post

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Just a heads-up to

@Byrd Man
@Supermaxx
@udonoodles

it's been two weeks without any posts in the IC. Could you please drop in when you can and let me know if you're still interested? If I don't hear back from you in a week I'll have to take you off the active roster - you're free to resume later if you want but the character will be open to competing apps while inactive.

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@thatguy Daredevil is a main character himself and someone might want to play him, so i'd probably say hold off on him for a bit. Apart from that, i did have an idea for Red Vulture, so if you could hold off on that, it's fine. But yes, Mysterion is good for you to use.

Also, i'll be very interested in what you do with Mephisto... An appearance from Frankencastle or Cosmic Ghost-Rider maybe?

@mattmanganon

Yeah I'd have to agree in regards to Daredevil

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"The Punisher"

ALIAS: THE PUNISHER

"Gratta ad Bellum" Latin meaning "Welcome to War"

Real Name: Frank Castle

Nationality: Second Generation Italian American

Species: Supernaturally Enhanced Human

Occuption: Retired United States Marine/Retired Police Officer/Current One Man Army

Place Of Living: New York City, New York, USA

Character Notes:
- Thanks to an experience from a battle with the Super Soldier Johnny Nightmare in the war in Afghanistan, there is a supernatural force preventing Frank from staying dead
- He has all the skills one would learn while going all in on the United States Marine Corps
- He is one of the best, if not incredibly brutal battlefield interrogators in the armed forces
- A little bit of trivia, his favorite gun is the M60 Machine Gun
- The Characters that i'll be using are, but aren't limited to:
--Amy Bendix: A young woman down on her luck who is currently couch surfing until she comes across a situation that makes her run for her life
--Andy Lorimer: A Police officer who used to work with Frank on the force, but he is now on the trail of a murder spree while looking into his father's death
--Big Jesus: A small potatoes criminal who loans himself out for jobs in order to send money to his brother in prison
--Charlie Schitti: A low level employee of Fisk Industries, he sees everything and knows a great many of Wilson Fisk's business practises

KEY EVENTS

1980- Frank Castle is born to Louisa and Mario Castle, itailian immigrants to America
1981- Frank begins watching the news even as a baby about criminal proceedings and high profile situations
1990- Mario Castle is called into service of the armed forces for the Gulf War, inspiring his son to one day be a hero like his father
Mid 1990- Service members notify Frank of his father's death, and not long after Louisa reveals she has cancer
2000- After a long hard battle, Frank says his goodbyes to his mother along with his pregnant fiance Maria
Mid 2000- Frank joins the police force, secretly hoping to take a chunk out of the criminal element. Here he meets Andy Lorimer, and is partnered with Bruce Greenwood
2001- For several days Frank is among many first responders dealing with the effects of 9/11, and after a long conversation with his now wife he enlists in the United States Marine Corps
2002- Frank comes to Afghanistan with his unit and partners up with Billy Russo, Steve Goodwin, and his commanding officer Cleve Gorman
Several Months Into The Year- Frank and his unit are sent to fortify a town from the enemy are immediately set up for three days straight until only Billy, Steve, and Frank are left. All this violence has pushed Frank to the edge of his humanity and the Punisher peeks out. On the fourth day, a Super Soldier known as Johnny Nighmare arrives and the three men experience the worst possibilities of their lives. Frank has to kill him, but in so doing, births The Punisher.
2003- Frank's superior officers send him to a blacksite to get intel of several high value targets, this is where he learns the art of "enhanced interrogation" his skills rivaling that of a mercenary for hire, Baraccuda who is rumored to be a cannibal.
2004- Frank is relieved of service and returns home a completely changed man, Maria notices immediately and does not like it
A Few Months Into The Year- In an attempt to reconcile with his family, Frank takes them to Central Park, and in a series of events seconds before Maria is about to serve him divorce papers, a gang war erupts killing everybody including Frank
2023- Frank awakens from a nearly 2 decade coma and after learning of the death of his family, he vows to wage a war of vengeance.

CHARACTER CONCEPT

My version of the Punisher combines several aspects of the different iterations and given my own little flair, from Punisher: Born, Punisher: Purgatory, Punisher: Max amongst others. Thanks to an interaction with Johnny Nightmare (a super soldier deployed in Afghanistan) Frank cannot permanently die, when he’s brought back he heals just enough to keep moving forward. He is a literal unstoppable one man army. I will explore his past as a marine vet while also exploring his war on crime and the other characters involved, particularly developing the many mafia families in the Punisher comics.

PLOTS AND GOALS

I want to play Punisher and his supporting characters because for as long as I've remembered, I've enjoyed reading Punisher comics, I actually own the first half of the first volume of stories, which numbers I believe in the low 100’s. Another reason is that while Punisher Purgatory gets a bad rap, I love the idea of Punisher as a supernatural force. As for a direction I want to go, I don’t want to spoil anything, but I have an idea where I drag Frank through mud, blood, and bullets of the world and push him to his limits until I finally ask him at the end, after everything he’s done: does he deserve to be with his family? Who knows, you’ll have to find out.

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VOL 1: PARA

ISSUE 1: THIS NEW WORLD

FRANK CASTLE

FROM THE WAR JOURNAL OF FRANK CASTLE, MONDAY

To those find my journals, this is not an admission of guilt of criminal wrongdoing or the manifesto of someone who is politically charged, I, Frank Castle solemnly swear that my actions are made with a sound mind and a clear conscious.

Frank paused his writing to take a drink of his stale, bitter black coffee as he tried to get comfortable in his booth at Joan’s Diner, he looked around to make sure nobody paid the baseball cap wearing, sunglasses indoors, leather jacket wear man who was built like an Ox any mind, but there was nary anybody inside save for a couple of patrons in the corner keeping to themselves. “Back at it,” he whispered, halfheartedly whispering to the sounds of the light rain drizzle against the window pane.

This Journal holds the following accounts of my actions as I see them, unapologetically so. This is my war, I'm behind enemy lines with no possible ex-fil, no allies, and little to no tools of the trade save for my Dan Wesson DWX, it’s time to stock up and get to work. Entry from War Journal #1, page 1.

Frank took his wallet out of his pocket and noted that thanks to his hospital bills that he was running on a thousand dollars, which apparently today meant very little. He laid a ten dollar bill on the table before getting up and walking out the door. The rain did very little to wash the carbon dioxide from his nostrils as he started to walk down the sidewalk, noting how on this side of Bronx that graffiti was rampant and there was seldom a lonesome woman out in public. He thought about hailing a cab to get to his family home, but something nagged at him to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

In the distance he couldn’t tell the direction, but a police siren could be heard and it was moving away. Frank scowled to nobody in particular, but there was all this stimuli just begging him to react, and for a few blocks he was adrift in his own thoughts until the feeling that kept him going had a reason to be. A man ran out of a store holding a big bag and ran down an alley across the street, Frank looked back at the door he came from and a clerk peered out, exclaiming that he was a thief, and what did Frank do? He smiled, he jogged across the street, passing people who knew better than to get involved and slipped his hand into his left shoulder holster under his big black leather jacket and stepped into the alleyway, where he saw the crook dumping his bag of cash into the back of his getaway car.

“Step away from the vehicle!” Frank announced loudly, making the already excited thief jump in place, he pulled out his gun and pointed it head level at the man.

“Who the- who are you bro?” the guy dropped the bag and pulled out his own gun, aiming it sideways like he thought he was in the movies.

Frank raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn’t flinch. “You’ve never fired that thing, have you?”

“Man, shut the- shut up!” the thief exclaimed nervously, Frank watched his hand holding the gun was getting shakey, “who even are you?”

“Me?” Frank asked, and pulled his jacket to the side, revealing a bulletproof vest that he spray painted white in a way to look like a giant skull on his chest. “I’m the Punisher.”

The thief started to say the word, “who?” but as his mouth opened, Frank fired a round and watched unfazed as the lifeless body fell to the ground, blood and cash pooling on the asphalt.

AMY BENDIX



THE LEXINGTON HOTEL, NEW YORK CITY

The kitchen was moving like a well oiled machine, nobody made a peep as the head chef barked about orders to everyone, including the young nineteen year old Amy Bendix who was hired out as a server from her friend’s catering company, tonight was all about the mayoral race for a new up coming politician, but Amy being a little air headed knew not his name. She just really needed the money after being let go from the mailroom of The Daily Bugle, and now she was couch surfing with her friend and serving hors d'oeuvres to some of the most powerful people in New York, so with her large gold plated tray of small finger food she walked out into the large gathering and began making her rounds. She managed a coy smile every once in awhile, but not a single person said thank you, nor made eye contact with the servant woman, as she finished with her unknown number of platters and gathered drinks, she joined several other waiters and waitresses who aligned the ivory walls and looked up upon the banners displaying the man of the hour: Wilson Fisk.

The boss of the catering event came over to the group of waiters and watresses, and rather rudely told them that their jobs were far from over, so Amy got right back into the monotony, hearing whispers about the things that Fisk plans to do for the city via the elegantly dressed butt kissers and brown nosers. One couple discussed how Fist had invested into a new community outreach program called FEAST, but that was putting it politely instead of the snobby rich person talk like they were beneath those who struggled. The man of the hour himself had yet to arrive to his own campaign party, instead one of his organizers, a man in a dark blue suit with smoothed back raven black hair and a disarming smile was in his stead, shaking hands and doing photo ops with WHIH reporters amongst others.

“Would you like another?” Another Amy asked a patron who would quickly guzzled down a glass of wine, but was shooed away so she decided to make her way over to Fisk’s organizer, “Hello sir, I saw you haven’t had anything to drink for awhile, can I interest you in a beverage?”

“Oh, thank you,” The organizer spoke in a dismissive manner before returning to his boss’s patrons, “As I was saying, Mr. Fisk has been in a very giving mood as of late, he just donated an incredible amount of money towards the F.E.A.S.T Foundation, and has also partnered up with several other prominent men and women of the city to help usher in new era after that horrific time we all had with M-Day.” He paused and looked about the room where many of them shook their heads.

Amy head murmurs of “Damn mutants” and “Good on Mr. Fisk” amongst the crowd as she continued to do her job, halfheartedly listening to the Organizer’s crowd work.

“In fact,” Continued the Organizer, “Not many of you here know that Mr. Fisk’s father once ran for a seat in our fair city council, so you could say that good will is in Mr. Fisk’s DNA.”

Amy stole a glance over at the press pool where the likes of Allsworth Tonight, WHIH World News, and CNCB News were eating away at his every word.

“Just in case you all are tiring of me talking, Mr. Fisk should be arriving within the hour, and you can hear about his multi-layered plan to bring about great, prosperous change for each and every one of you here tonight.”

It was then, in a quick moment between words that Amy started to hear the sounds of protesters coming from outside. Were they always there? She wondered to herself, or was she too getting swept up in the moment?

ANDY LORIMER



Andy watched the rain fall down his father’s tombstone, and bent down to place the bouquet of flowers he had bought on the way here, it was the second anniversary of his father’s murder and Andy was pissed that the man responsible was walking free on a series of technicalities. Andy himself was a police officer and he knew from firsthand experience that a lot of the criminals today were slipping through the justice system in favor of catching the big fish, the so called super villains. As he quietly paid his father his respects, his police walkie crackled to life, “Any units in the area? I got a call about a 10-54 out near Joan’s Diner in kzzt district, any available cars, please respond.”

Andy picked up his radio and began heading back to his cruiser, “this is Cruiser number 1610, headed to location now.” He looked down at the cold cup of coffee that sat in his cup holder and shrugged before taking a swig. “Are there any 10-66's I should be aware of?” He asked as he pulled out of the cemetery and out onto the road.

“Civilian who called reported seeing a man walking the sidewalk in a bulky black trench coat, and sporting a buzzcut. Otherwise you’re as in the dark as the rest of us, Cruiser 1610.”

“Understood,” Andy reported in as he drove through the city, he could tell as he passed the homeless encampments and the gated-up businesses that this area was in desperate need of some help, but from who and from where he had no idea. It was a twenty-minute car ride he arrived at the alleyway and got out of his car with his investigative notepad, and approached a nervous looking man who seemed like he was the one to call it in.

“Sir, did you call the police?” Andy asked calmly,

“Yea-yeah,” the man nervously bobbed his head and looked behind him and gulped before returning his attention to Andy, “the gunshot came over here I-I think.”

“Okay, and when did you hear it before reporting?” Andy asked, ready to write down on his pad, he took a look around and noticed not many people had been fazed by a gunshot.

“On-Only a few minutes,” the man nodded once again.

“Okay, I need you say here while I go check it out.” Andy pocketed his notepad and began to approach the possible crime scene...

BIG JESUS



Robert “Big Jesus” Jessup knew who he was and the world he lived in he knew his place, he was a hired gun, small potatoes who worked at the kiddie table of the criminal underworld of New York and he preferred it that way. He never knew more than what his job was, and that way he figured if he even thought of snitching then he couldn’t, one of the officers interrogating him one time told him that was called plausible deniability, but it wasn’t just the name of the for him. Big Jesus’ brother found himself in the hot seat over at Ryker’s so now here he was acting as muscle in a parking garage that had poor as hell lightning for some big wig businessman who was making a deal with a new up and comer.

Unfortunately this up and comer was late, despite his boys guarding the meeting spot, but as his boss was getting antsy a Cadillac Escalade that was shiny as Hell pulled up just long enough for a middle aged man with a shiny balding head and a frightened, nervous look about him. Handcuffed to his hand was a black briefcase, “Hello,” the man nodded at Big Jesus’s boss,

His boss, Alberto Bernedetti who was of siciliano descent didn’t speak, instead he grabbed his walking cane and managed a couple steps towards this man and looked him in the eye. “I thought I was dealing with Fisk?” he grumpled, who the Hell are you?”

“Me?” The nervous man motioned at himself, “My name, it doesn’t matter. Mr. Fisk sent me to make arrangements with you for a profitable business venture. His words, I attest.”

“What do you mean, arrangements? What kind of venture would I be interested in that Mr. Future Mayor is too busy to come to me directly?” Bernedetti spoke with an angry tone.

The man making the arrangements fished in his pocket for a key to unlock his handcuff to the briefcase, “Mr. Fisk regretted being unable to attend this meeting, but with the contents of this case, with a partnership between Fisk Industries and Bernedetti Construction he has plans to make this city a benefit for people,” he paused and added the last bit with a wink, “such as yourself.”

“What are you-” Alberto stopped talking as once the man got the briefcase open, he was staring directly at plates of gold...

CHARLIE SCHITTI



Charlie was a nervous man in everything he did in life, but as he rode the Elevator up to his boss’s penthouse suit at Four Seasons in Tribeca he was sweating more than normal, and that was not a good look to be paired with his boss’s temper when he was interrupted at home. The elevator dinged and he was met once the doors opened by a two man team, one patted him down, but didn’t find any weapons. “Like I'd be stupid to bring them here.” Charlie said offhandeded, but the man ignored him, and the other made him sign a visitor log before motioning to make him look at the cameras positioned above the door in the hallway. After they finished, Charlie gulped, never ready for his boss’s wrath and knocked raptly several times, he looked back at the security team who were stoic as ever then he heard a beep noise two times, which meant the door electronically unlocked.

Charlie walked inside and was met by a very homely scent of vanilla, which momentarily disarmed him as he walked into the open floor plan and was met by a beautiful Italian woman dressed in tight formal wear, her dark brown hair down to her neck and she looked at him dismissively. “He’s not going to be happy.”

Charlie straightened up and looked abashedly down at his feet, “Apologizes Ma’am, I meant no disrespect to you or your husband I was just-” he started to try and explain himself but she interrupted him like an upset mother would to a child.

“First off, never call me Ma’m, it’s Mrs. Fisk. Secondly,” she paused and walked towards Charlie until she was an arm’s length away, “My husband’s men know the rules and never to come here, especially during the day! Thirdly, who even are you?”

“I’m-” Charlie could barely get a word out before she walked away ignoring him,

“Wilson,” Mrs. Fisk called out, “you have a visitor”

@thatguy

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OK, here's my Fantastic Four AKA The Future Foundation application:

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T H E F U T U R E F O U N D A T I O N
T H E F U T U R E F O U N D A T I O N

^{"Some say my late husband was an idealist, that his dream was a 'fantasy'. Maybe this world needs something 'fantastic'."}

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ M R S. F A N T A S T I C M R S. F A N T A S T I C _________________________________________________________	C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Mrs. Fantastic | Susan Richards née Storm | 46 American | Mutated Human | Leader of The Future Foundation Manhattan | New York | USA ________________________________________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Mrs. Fantastic (Sue Richards) is the leader of the Future Foundation and has the ability to turn herself and other nearby objects invisible, as well as project invisible force fields of any shape. She is a charismatic leader though decades of fighting crime, battling otherworldly forces, and dealing with international politics have left her grizzled and slightly jaded. Sue obtained her powers when she was bombarded with cosmic rays during a freak spaceflight accident. In this continuity, Sue's late husband, Reed Richards, sacrificed himself during the space mission so that the other crew members could return to Earth safely, leaving Sue to become the leader of the Fantastic Four along with the other founding members: her brother Johnny, Reed's best friend Ben, and Reed's close colleague Victor. A lot of her major canonical conflicts center around her 'womanhood' especially when it comes to her pregnancies and raising her and Reed's overpowered and unstable son, Franklin. I wanted to write a Sue who is allowed to step out of Reed's shadow and become a leader in her own right, unburdened by the existence of her children.
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ T H E T H I N G T H E T H I N G _________________________________________________________	C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ The Thing | Benjamin Jacob Grimm | 48 American | Mutated Human | Member of The Future Foundation / Pilot Manhattan | New York | USA ________________________________________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ The Thing (Ben Grimm) is a member of the Future Foundation and their pilot. He was onboard the spaceship during the cosmic ray incident which mutated him into a rock-like humanoid with incredible strength and endurance. Ben is tough, friendly, and the stable foundation for the team. Canonically, due to his transformation warping his appearance, Ben saw his powers as a curse, so I wanted to play with the idea that, due to Reed's sacrifice, Ben sees his power instead as a gift and a responsibility, and throws himself wholeheartedly into superhero work. As someone who's 'stuck' looking the way he does, Ben has become a strong advocate for mutant rights.
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ T H E H U M A N T O R C H T H E H U M A N T O R C H _________________________________________________________	C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ The Human Torch | Jonathan Lowell Spencer Storm | 41 American | Mutated Human | Member of The Future Foundation Manhattan | New York | USA ________________________________________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ The Human Torch (Johnny Storm) has the ability to wreath his entire body in fire, fly, and shoot flames from himself. Johnny was present on the mission that gave Sue and Ben their powers, and obtained his own powers similarly. Canonically, Johnny is a bit of a cocksure diva and his youth and immaturity were always front and center in his personality and conflicts, so I wanted to write a Johnny Storm who was somewhat humbled and matured by the untimely death and sacrifice of Reed, his brother-in-law, while being given the opportunity to age up a bit, becoming more responsible, and even starting a healthy family as Reed and Sue never had the opportunity to start theirs.
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C R Y S T A L C R Y S T A L _________________________________________________________	C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Crystal | Crystalia Amaquelin-Storm | 39 House of Agon | Inhuman | Member of The Future Foundation / Princess of the Inhuman Royal Family Manhattan | New York | USA ________________________________________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Crystal (Crystalia Storm) is a member of the Inhuman Royal Family (also known as the House of Agon) who was exposed to terrigen mist at a young age and developed elemental powers, able to control and manipulate water, fire, earth, and air. The Inhuman Royal Family started out as enemies of the Fantastic Four, but after discovering an internal, inhuman plot to pit the royal family against the Fantastic Four and seize power, the Fantastic Four helped the Royal Family foil this plot, and have been close allies ever since. Canonically, Crystal and Johnny have had a relationship, and Crystal has been a temporary member of the Fantastic Four. In this reimagining, Johnny and Crystal are married and Crystal is a permanent member, replacing Dr. Doom.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - P R E V I O U S R O S T E R S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Fantastic Four Founding Roster (1999 - 2006) ►Mrs. Fantastic (Sue Richards) ►Dr. Iron (Victor Von Doom) ►The Thing (Ben Grimm) ►The Human Torch (Johnny Storm) The Fantastic Four Core Members (2007 - 2010) ►Mrs. Fantastic (Sue Richards) ►The Thing (Ben Grimm) ►The Human Torch (Johnny Storm) The Fantastic Four Affiliate Members (2007 - 2010) ►Medusa (Medusalith Amaquelin) ►Crystal (Crystalia Amaquelin) - - C U R R E N T R O S T E R ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Future Foundation Current Roster: (2011 - Present) ►Mrs. Fantastic (Sue Richards) ([color=00aeef][/color]) ►The Thing (Ben Grimm) ([color=orange][/color]) ►The Human Torch (Johnny Storm) ([color=red][/color]) ►Crystal (Crystalia Amaquelin-Storm) ([color=yellow][/color]) - - S U P P O R T I N G C A S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Dr. Doom (Victor Von Doom) - Old friend, former member of the team, and dictator of Latveria ► The House of Agon (Inhuman Royal Family) - Various members of the Inhuman Royal Family, based out of the hidden city-state of Attilan located in the North Atlantic ► Cynthia Storm - Daughter of Johnny and Crystal - - E N E M I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Namor (The Submariner) - King of Atlantis. Wishes to marry Sue Richards ► Galactus - Cosmic entity ► The Silver Surfer - Herald of Galactus ► Skrulls - Space empire of shape-shifters K E Y E V E N T S K E Y E V E N T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - K E Y E V E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Birth of Victor Von Doom (1971) ◼ Birth of Reed Richards and Ben Grimm (1975) ◼ Birth of Sue Storm (1977) ◼ Birth of Johnny Storm (1982) ◼ Reed, Ben, and Victor meet at State University, New York, becoming fast friends (1993) ◼ Victor's experiment results in an accident, scarring his face. Reed consoles him. Victor leaves the US to do some soul-searching (1995) ◼ Reed and Sue marry (1997) ◼ Reed's experimental spaceflight with his wife Sue, best friend Ben, and brother-in-law Johnny results in them getting bombarded with cosmic rays and obtaining their powers. Reed sacrifices himself to ensure his family and friends return to Earth safely (1998) ◼ With their newfound powers, Sue founds the Fantastic Four alongside Victor, who has returned to mourn Reed's death (1999) ◼ Victor takes a hiatus to resolve the instability of his homeland, Latveria (2006) ◼ Victor becomes dictator of Latveria, is labeled an enemy to world peace by NATO (2010) ◼ The Fantastic Four is renamed to The Future Foundation, reflecting a shift in intent and policy (2011) ◼ Johnny and Crystal marry (2017) ◼ Cynthia is born (2019) -

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ As one of marvel's oldest IPs, The Fantastic Four are burdened with a lot of outdated story tropes that are difficult to resolve in the modern age, part of why it's been so difficult to create a good Fantastic Four movie. Reed Richards has always been the 'main character' whose genius and importance overshadow the others. So I wanted to reimagine a Fantastic Four without a Mr. Fantastic, giving the other members the chance to shine in his absence. I noticed an unusual throughline with The Fantastic Four and the threats they faced. Their enemies are often political entities. Namor is a king, Doom is a dictator, The Inhumans are royalty, and the Skrull are a space empire. it makes sense for Captain America to fight the Red Skull, but the Fantastic Four are not themselves seen as a political entity, so I wanted to imagine what it would be like if they got more involved with changing the world not just through fighting but through activism and altruism. Such activities would create an additional sort of drama as they start to aggravate existing power structures. Canonically, Reed Richards did found the Future Foundation to explore ways in which science can benefit all of humanity, so this idea isn't completely out of left field. Due to the rising tension with mutants which seems to be the current major plot point in this RP, I would like to set up the Future Foundation as a place to which young, superpowered individuals, mutant and non-mutant alike, can apply to become affiliate members. Sue believes that mutants need non-mutant allies to stand up for them and provide them with opportunities or else the divide will only widen. I am also reimagining a world in which the relationship between Reed Richards and Victor Von Doom had become one of friendship instead of rivalry. I feel that a touch of empathy and love might be enough to turn Doom's trajectory completely around. However, Doom still becomes dictator of Latveria, and is labeled a threat to global peace by NATO, who consider his methods counter to "Democracy", ie. capitalism. Doom still supports the Future Foundation under the table with his considerable resources and knowledge, but on paper, the Future Foundation has been forced to disavow Doom to maintain their public image. Given that my theme is to make things 'political', the continuing secret relationship between the Future Foundation and Latveria could jeopardize the Future Foundation's legitimacy in the eyes of Western Nations. S A M P L E P O S T S A M P L E P O S T ________________________________________________________________________________________ <Snipped quote by Sample Post>

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OK, I also agree that it's probably too early in the RP to bring alien threats directly to Earth's doorstep, so I'll say that one of the FF's prior missions was space exploration (a second attempt at Reed's experiment, which was to test a form of FTL propulsion) that sends them on a short trek through space where they encounter Skrull, Kree, and 'hear rumors' of the "Planet Eater".

Since returning, preparing Earth to stand strong on the galactic stage has been a constant nagging at the back of Mrs. Fantastic's mind. The FF have since fought off a few Skrull scouting parties, but nothing full-scale yet.

@Stern Algorithm

Sounds good to me

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"The Punisher"

ALIAS: THE PUNISHER

"Gratta ad Bellum" Latin meaning "Welcome to War"

Real Name: Frank Castle

Nationality: Second Generation Italian American

Species: Supernaturally Enhanced Human

Occuption: Retired United States Marine/Retired Police Officer/Current One Man Army

Place Of Living: New York City, New York, USA

Character Notes:
- Thanks to an experience from a battle with the Super Soldier Johnny Nightmare in the war in Afghanistan, there is a supernatural force preventing Frank from staying dead
- He has all the skills one would learn while going all in on the United States Marine Corps
- He is one of the best, if not incredibly brutal battlefield interrogators in the armed forces
- A little bit of trivia, his favorite gun is the M60 Machine Gun
- The Characters that i'll be using are, but aren't limited to:
--Amy Bendix: A young woman down on her luck who is currently couch surfing until she comes across a situation that makes her run for her life
--Andy Lorimer: A Police officer who used to work with Frank on the force, but he is now on the trail of a murder spree while looking into his father's death
--Big Jesus: A small potatoes criminal who loans himself out for jobs in order to send money to his brother in prison
--Charlie Schitti: A low level employee of Fisk Industries, he sees everything and knows a great many of Wilson Fisk's business practises

KEY EVENTS

1980- Frank Castle is born to Louisa and Mario Castle, itailian immigrants to America
1981- Frank begins watching the news even as a baby about criminal proceedings and high profile situations
1990- Mario Castle is called into service of the armed forces for the Gulf War, inspiring his son to one day be a hero like his father
Mid 1990- Service members notify Frank of his father's death, and not long after Louisa reveals she has cancer
2000- After a long hard battle, Frank says his goodbyes to his mother along with his pregnant fiance Maria
Mid 2000- Frank joins the police force, secretly hoping to take a chunk out of the criminal element. Here he meets Andy Lorimer, and is partnered with Bruce Greenwood
2001- For several days Frank is among many first responders dealing with the effects of 9/11, and after a long conversation with his now wife he enlists in the United States Marine Corps
2002- Frank comes to Afghanistan with his unit and partners up with Billy Russo, Steve Goodwin, and his commanding officer Cleve Gorman
Several Months Into The Year- Frank and his unit are sent to fortify a town from the enemy are immediately set up for three days straight until only Billy, Steve, and Frank are left. All this violence has pushed Frank to the edge of his humanity and the Punisher peeks out. On the fourth day, a Super Soldier known as Johnny Nighmare arrives and the three men experience the worst possibilities of their lives. Frank has to kill him, but in so doing, births The Punisher.
2003- Frank's superior officers send him to a blacksite to get intel of several high value targets, this is where he learns the art of "enhanced interrogation" his skills rivaling that of a mercenary for hire, Baraccuda who is rumored to be a cannibal.
2004- Frank is relieved of service and returns home a completely changed man, Maria notices immediately and does not like it
A Few Months Into The Year- In an attempt to reconcile with his family, Frank takes them to Central Park, and in a series of events seconds before Maria is about to serve him divorce papers, a gang war erupts killing everybody including Frank
2023- Frank awakens from a nearly 2 decade coma and after learning of the death of his family, he vows to wage a war of vengeance.

CHARACTER CONCEPT

My version of the Punisher combines several aspects of the different iterations and given my own little flair, from Punisher: Born, Punisher: Purgatory, Punisher: Max amongst others. Thanks to an interaction with Johnny Nightmare (a super soldier deployed in Afghanistan) Frank cannot permanently die, when he’s brought back he heals just enough to keep moving forward. He is a literal unstoppable one man army. I will explore his past as a marine vet while also exploring his war on crime and the other characters involved, particularly developing the many mafia families in the Punisher comics.

PLOTS AND GOALS

I want to play Punisher and his supporting characters because for as long as I've remembered, I've enjoyed reading Punisher comics, I actually own the first half of the first volume of stories, which numbers I believe in the low 100’s. Another reason is that while Punisher Purgatory gets a bad rap, I love the idea of Punisher as a supernatural force. As for a direction I want to go, I don’t want to spoil anything, but I have an idea where I drag Frank through mud, blood, and bullets of the world and push him to his limits until I finally ask him at the end, after everything he’s done: does he deserve to be with his family? Who knows, you’ll have to find out.

SAMPLE POST

VOL 1: PARA

ISSUE 1: THIS NEW WORLD

FRANK CASTLE

FROM THE WAR JOURNAL OF FRANK CASTLE, MONDAY

To those find my journals, this is not an admission of guilt of criminal wrongdoing or the manifesto of someone who is politically charged, I, Frank Castle solemnly swear that my actions are made with a sound mind and a clear conscious.

Frank paused his writing to take a drink of his stale, bitter black coffee as he tried to get comfortable in his booth at Joan’s Diner, he looked around to make sure nobody paid the baseball cap wearing, sunglasses indoors, leather jacket wear man who was built like an Ox any mind, but there was nary anybody inside save for a couple of patrons in the corner keeping to themselves. “Back at it,” he whispered, halfheartedly whispering to the sounds of the light rain drizzle against the window pane.

This Journal holds the following accounts of my actions as I see them, unapologetically so. This is my war, I'm behind enemy lines with no possible ex-fil, no allies, and little to no tools of the trade save for my Dan Wesson DWX, it’s time to stock up and get to work. Entry from War Journal #1, page 1.

Frank took his wallet out of his pocket and noted that thanks to his hospital bills that he was running on a thousand dollars, which apparently today meant very little. He laid a ten dollar bill on the table before getting up and walking out the door. The rain did very little to wash the carbon dioxide from his nostrils as he started to walk down the sidewalk, noting how on this side of Bronx that graffiti was rampant and there was seldom a lonesome woman out in public. He thought about hailing a cab to get to his family home, but something nagged at him to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

In the distance he couldn’t tell the direction, but a police siren could be heard and it was moving away. Frank scowled to nobody in particular, but there was all this stimuli just begging him to react, and for a few blocks he was adrift in his own thoughts until the feeling that kept him going had a reason to be. A man ran out of a store holding a big bag and ran down an alley across the street, Frank looked back at the door he came from and a clerk peered out, exclaiming that he was a thief, and what did Frank do? He smiled, he jogged across the street, passing people who knew better than to get involved and slipped his hand into his left shoulder holster under his big black leather jacket and stepped into the alleyway, where he saw the crook dumping his bag of cash into the back of his getaway car.

“Step away from the vehicle!” Frank announced loudly, making the already excited thief jump in place, he pulled out his gun and pointed it head level at the man.

“Who the- who are you bro?” the guy dropped the bag and pulled out his own gun, aiming it sideways like he thought he was in the movies.

Frank raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn’t flinch. “You’ve never fired that thing, have you?”

“Man, shut the- shut up!” the thief exclaimed nervously, Frank watched his hand holding the gun was getting shakey, “who even are you?”

“Me?” Frank asked, and pulled his jacket to the side, revealing a bulletproof vest that he spray painted white in a way to look like a giant skull on his chest. “I’m the Punisher.”

The thief started to say the word, “who?” but as his mouth opened, Frank fired a round and watched unfazed as the lifeless body fell to the ground, blood and cash pooling on the asphalt.

AMY BENDIX



THE LEXINGTON HOTEL, NEW YORK CITY

The kitchen was moving like a well oiled machine, nobody made a peep as the head chef barked about orders to everyone, including the young nineteen year old Amy Bendix who was hired out as a server from her friend’s catering company, tonight was all about the mayoral race for a new up coming politician, but Amy being a little air headed knew not his name. She just really needed the money after being let go from the mailroom of The Daily Bugle, and now she was couch surfing with her friend and serving hors d'oeuvres to some of the most powerful people in New York, so with her large gold plated tray of small finger food she walked out into the large gathering and began making her rounds. She managed a coy smile every once in awhile, but not a single person said thank you, nor made eye contact with the servant woman, as she finished with her unknown number of platters and gathered drinks, she joined several other waiters and waitresses who aligned the ivory walls and looked up upon the banners displaying the man of the hour: Wilson Fisk.

The boss of the catering event came over to the group of waiters and watresses, and rather rudely told them that their jobs were far from over, so Amy got right back into the monotony, hearing whispers about the things that Fisk plans to do for the city via the elegantly dressed butt kissers and brown nosers. One couple discussed how Fist had invested into a new community outreach program called FEAST, but that was putting it politely instead of the snobby rich person talk like they were beneath those who struggled. The man of the hour himself had yet to arrive to his own campaign party, instead one of his organizers, a man in a dark blue suit with smoothed back raven black hair and a disarming smile was in his stead, shaking hands and doing photo ops with WHIH reporters amongst others.

“Would you like another?” Another Amy asked a patron who would quickly guzzled down a glass of wine, but was shooed away so she decided to make her way over to Fisk’s organizer, “Hello sir, I saw you haven’t had anything to drink for awhile, can I interest you in a beverage?”

“Oh, thank you,” The organizer spoke in a dismissive manner before returning to his boss’s patrons, “As I was saying, Mr. Fisk has been in a very giving mood as of late, he just donated an incredible amount of money towards the F.E.A.S.T Foundation, and has also partnered up with several other prominent men and women of the city to help usher in new era after that horrific time we all had with M-Day.” He paused and looked about the room where many of them shook their heads.

Amy head murmurs of “Damn mutants” and “Good on Mr. Fisk” amongst the crowd as she continued to do her job, halfheartedly listening to the Organizer’s crowd work.

“In fact,” Continued the Organizer, “Not many of you here know that Mr. Fisk’s father once ran for a seat in our fair city council, so you could say that good will is in Mr. Fisk’s DNA.”

Amy stole a glance over at the press pool where the likes of Allsworth Tonight, WHIH World News, and CNCB News were eating away at his every word.

“Just in case you all are tiring of me talking, Mr. Fisk should be arriving within the hour, and you can hear about his multi-layered plan to bring about great, prosperous change for each and every one of you here tonight.”

It was then, in a quick moment between words that Amy started to hear the sounds of protesters coming from outside. Were they always there? She wondered to herself, or was she too getting swept up in the moment?

ANDY LORIMER



Andy watched the rain fall down his father’s tombstone, and bent down to place the bouquet of flowers he had bought on the way here, it was the second anniversary of his father’s murder and Andy was pissed that the man responsible was walking free on a series of technicalities. Andy himself was a police officer and he knew from firsthand experience that a lot of the criminals today were slipping through the justice system in favor of catching the big fish, the so called super villains. As he quietly paid his father his respects, his police walkie crackled to life, “Any units in the area? I got a call about a 10-54 out near Joan’s Diner in kzzt district, any available cars, please respond.”

Andy picked up his radio and began heading back to his cruiser, “this is Cruiser number 1610, headed to location now.” He looked down at the cold cup of coffee that sat in his cup holder and shrugged before taking a swig. “Are there any 10-66's I should be aware of?” He asked as he pulled out of the cemetery and out onto the road.

“Civilian who called reported seeing a man walking the sidewalk in a bulky black trench coat, and sporting a buzzcut. Otherwise you’re as in the dark as the rest of us, Cruiser 1610.”

“Understood,” Andy reported in as he drove through the city, he could tell as he passed the homeless encampments and the gated-up businesses that this area was in desperate need of some help, but from who and from where he had no idea. It was a twenty-minute car ride he arrived at the alleyway and got out of his car with his investigative notepad, and approached a nervous looking man who seemed like he was the one to call it in.

“Sir, did you call the police?” Andy asked calmly,

“Yea-yeah,” the man nervously bobbed his head and looked behind him and gulped before returning his attention to Andy, “the gunshot came over here I-I think.”

“Okay, and when did you hear it before reporting?” Andy asked, ready to write down on his pad, he took a look around and noticed not many people had been fazed by a gunshot.

“On-Only a few minutes,” the man nodded once again.

“Okay, I need you say here while I go check it out.” Andy pocketed his notepad and began to approach the possible crime scene...

BIG JESUS



Robert “Big Jesus” Jessup knew who he was and the world he lived in he knew his place, he was a hired gun, small potatoes who worked at the kiddie table of the criminal underworld of New York and he preferred it that way. He never knew more than what his job was, and that way he figured if he even thought of snitching then he couldn’t, one of the officers interrogating him one time told him that was called plausible deniability, but it wasn’t just the name of the for him. Big Jesus’ brother found himself in the hot seat over at Ryker’s so now here he was acting as muscle in a parking garage that had poor as hell lightning for some big wig businessman who was making a deal with a new up and comer.

Unfortunately this up and comer was late, despite his boys guarding the meeting spot, but as his boss was getting antsy a Cadillac Escalade that was shiny as Hell pulled up just long enough for a middle aged man with a shiny balding head and a frightened, nervous look about him. Handcuffed to his hand was a black briefcase, “Hello,” the man nodded at Big Jesus’s boss,

His boss, Alberto Bernedetti who was of siciliano descent didn’t speak, instead he grabbed his walking cane and managed a couple steps towards this man and looked him in the eye. “I thought I was dealing with Fisk?” he grumpled, who the Hell are you?”

“Me?” The nervous man motioned at himself, “My name, it doesn’t matter. Mr. Fisk sent me to make arrangements with you for a profitable business venture. His words, I attest.”

“What do you mean, arrangements? What kind of venture would I be interested in that Mr. Future Mayor is too busy to come to me directly?” Bernedetti spoke with an angry tone.

The man making the arrangements fished in his pocket for a key to unlock his handcuff to the briefcase, “Mr. Fisk regretted being unable to attend this meeting, but with the contents of this case, with a partnership between Fisk Industries and Bernedetti Construction he has plans to make this city a benefit for people,” he paused and added the last bit with a wink, “such as yourself.”

“What are you-” Alberto stopped talking as once the man got the briefcase open, he was staring directly at plates of gold...

CHARLIE SCHITTI



Charlie was a nervous man in everything he did in life, but as he rode the Elevator up to his boss’s penthouse suit at Four Seasons in Tribeca he was sweating more than normal, and that was not a good look to be paired with his boss’s temper when he was interrupted at home. The elevator dinged and he was met once the doors opened by a two man team, one patted him down, but didn’t find any weapons. “Like I'd be stupid to bring them here.” Charlie said offhandeded, but the man ignored him, and the other made him sign a visitor log before motioning to make him look at the cameras positioned above the door in the hallway. After they finished, Charlie gulped, never ready for his boss’s wrath and knocked raptly several times, he looked back at the security team who were stoic as ever then he heard a beep noise two times, which meant the door electronically unlocked.

Charlie walked inside and was met by a very homely scent of vanilla, which momentarily disarmed him as he walked into the open floor plan and was met by a beautiful Italian woman dressed in tight formal wear, her dark brown hair down to her neck and she looked at him dismissively. “He’s not going to be happy.”

Charlie straightened up and looked abashedly down at his feet, “Apologizes Ma’am, I meant no disrespect to you or your husband I was just-” he started to try and explain himself but she interrupted him like an upset mother would to a child.

“First off, never call me Ma’m, it’s Mrs. Fisk. Secondly,” she paused and walked towards Charlie until she was an arm’s length away, “My husband’s men know the rules and never to come here, especially during the day! Thirdly, who even are you?”

“I’m-” Charlie could barely get a word out before she walked away ignoring him,

“Wilson,” Mrs. Fisk called out, “you have a visitor”

@thatguy

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Ah, given that the FF are really old as an IP, there is definitely some anachronism. I wasn't sure how many omega-level threats the world has yet encountered up to this point in the RP, so if you think the world isn't ready for Galactus' arrival to have happened yet, I can definitely exclude it. On that note, what about skrulls?

@Stern Algorithm

Yeah Skrulls would be fine, but I'd like to refrain from having had a large secret-invasion scale event revolving around them prior to the start of the game. For clarity, if you want the FF to have faced Galactus off-world, or any of the other larger scale threats I have no problem with that at all. I don’t want to restrict your use of FF enemies, just trying to use common sense in terms of where we are as a game. It's not "Year One" but it's still season one.

If you would like to implement a Galactus style invasion at a later date, would love to discuss and coordinate that with you as that could be a fun cross-player event.